The fifth of five tales, this story can be read in isolation.
Greater context or background on many of the characters featured can be found in;
1. The Dark Star - Descent
2. The Dark Star - Aftermath
3. A Dark Star Story - Bloodshed
4. The Dark Star - Lockdown
All of which are hosted by Literotica
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Prologue
Jackie Grayson lifted her head from the pillow, spotting smudged make up across the formerly pristine white cotton.
God only knows how she looked she thought to herself as turning her head she looked over to him with a weak, exhausted, smile crossing her lips.
Her body ached, coated in a thin layer of damp sweat from the physicality of what had transpired in the previous hour.
Her breath still heavy in her lungs.
She trained but the intensity of what had just played out had truly tested her cardiovascular abilities.
Reaching for the hotel rooms bedside table she picked up the slender gold wristwatch, realising a little to her surprise that it was later than she had anticipated.
She had been truly lost in the moment.
She heard him cross the room, almost with a deftly silence. Rolling on to her side as she heard him in the en-suite bathroom remove the condom with an elastic snap, seconds later the sound of flush mechanism followed by the toilet cistern filling were the only sounds to fill the room.
Reaching down her left thigh Jackie pulled her dark grey, lace detailed, hold up stocking back up a little, at least as best she could.
The rest of her formal attire lay strewn across the hotel room floor. As ever the passion and the intensity had taken over no sooner had she entered the nondescript room of the budget hotel chain. Were the circumstances any different she might have felt a degree of shame at the clandestine sordid nature of what constitutes little more than a hook following their regular meets for professional purposes.
Jackie only felt a deep sense of satisfaction, however, despite the harshness he had inflicted upon her. Such strong physical attention from him technically her client, pre-planned, ever sordid, always slightly illicit moments coupled with the excitement and the sense of satisfaction she ultimately always felt. While not every meet ended like this, tonight's rendezvous had been particularly physical and brutal, there was a sparkle in his eye though once again, one she had not seen in the sunken deeply troubled man she had reencountered five weeks previously. His darkness was multifaceted.
His dark side appealed to the darker primal side of her nature, a side she had never explored until now.
Jackie closed her eyes and took a deep breath into tired lungs, now hearing the shower noisily kick into life in the en-suite bathroom.
"Somewhere you're rushing off to?" Jackie called across the room and through the open door of the en-suite to him.
"I explained." He stated stepping back into the room, standing unashamedly naked before her. "I've somewhere I need to be tonight."
Drawing her aching body up on the bed, Jackie stifled a grimace from the feeling of the uncomfortable dull ache that washed over her body. Kneeling on the bed facing him she set her eyes on his dark eyes. She swallowed on a dry throat before asking. "I should know not to enquire further, shouldn't I?"
"I'm going to kill a man."
His emotions did not flicker. Jackie had never been able to judge his callous coldness. She felt a soft nervous laugh pass her lips as she dropped back on to her haunches a little. A shiver crossed her body, and she drew her arms across her exposed breasts. She knew him well enough to know when he lied.
Jackie did not break the gaze of genuine infatuation despite the gentle shake of her head.
"Sometimes as my Client you test my ethical thresholds.... I've a moral obligation you know."
He smirked, his lips forming over that darkly attractive lopsided grin.
"I'd have thought..." He offered immediately "...as my Psychiatrist that the fact my dick has just been deep in your asshole would be more of an ethical....and moral dilemma."
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Cassie Wright trembled, her body wracked with the combination of fear and physical exhaustion.
With her head hung low her eyes focussed on the black ball gag sat in a puddle of her own thick saliva on the dark stained wooden floor.
She could barely move her wrists, neck, and ankles as they were all held in the tight grip of the metal frame into which she had initially willing let him lock her.
With an hour of being held in one position her spine and the backs of her legs were held not just in the Pillory into which she had been locked, but also in the additional pain of muscle spasms and cramps induced by her restraint and the physical demands made of her body.
From under the bangs of her curly long blonde hair she heard the footsteps pass her. The fingers of a leather gloved hand firmly dragged across her spine, but she did not look up.
She could not comprehend what had transpired what she had just been subjected to.
Swallowing harshly, she could still taste ejaculate in the back of her mouth.
Twice her mouth had been used to gain a climax. Twice just as her mouth had been used, the dull ache in her vagina let her know that had been used, as well as brutally her, until this evening, previously unclaimed asshole.
She shivered on the raw memory of the brutal treatment. Looking up to see the three men dressed all in black, faces obscured with dark face masks that hid their true identities.
She knew one of them but the other two were anonymous to her.
A tear silently ran down her cheek as she processed the betrayal of her trust.
Two of her assailants pass through a doorway with the third returning to her. Cassie kept her gaze now on him now as he removed his face mask, an angry defiance burning deep within her, as she stifled her tears.
